Reborn in 1977

Frankly speaking, Chen Fan was definitely not a stingy person, as Rolling and the others could attest.

Chang Chang and Shui Shui often lorded over him, Yan Falcon always perched on his arm or shoulder, and even frequently bombarded him with rabbits. Duo Duo and Qiu Qiu often tore his clothes during training, not to mention the little colt, little mare, and little lambs…

However, Chen Fan never got angry and would definitely not say he wanted to kill them and eat their meat.

Moreover, he even fed Rolling and the others sour apples and sour grapes, simply because the books said that eating sour things was good for their health.

When he had nothing to do, he would even hold Duo Duo and Qiu Qiu down in the river to bathe them, pull the little colt into the paddy fields to train its leg strength, and have the little mare massage the two little lambs with its hooves.

See, he was already repaying evil with good. How good was his temper!

However, no matter how good his temper was, he absolutely couldn't tolerate this matter.

After sending Jiang Lili to the prefectural committee, he launched an investigation upon returning. Then, after careful planning, he prepared 18 sets of plans, which were only officially implemented today.

Poisoning?

That was just the 18th set of plans.

Just now, he deliberately reminded everyone not to bring review materials into the examination hall. While everyone was crowded together handing the materials to the proctors, he silently obtained the small notes of those three.

As a martial arts expert, it was reasonable to know some flexible techniques, right!

What if none of them brought any?

It didn't matter, Chen Fan had thoughtfully prepared crib sheets for them.

With his current calligraphy skills, which had long reached LV5 and combined both strength and flexibility, he could guarantee that they would all think that they had copied it themselves one day when they held it in their hands and would definitely not suspect that it was not their own handwriting.

Of course, it was better to use their own things, as the impression would be deeper and there would be no room for argument.

Then, while the candidates were entering the examination hall, he blocked the only path, waving his hands and shouting slogans while secretly stuffing the notes back into their pockets.

He was afraid that the notes wouldn't fall out, so he only stuffed a little bit, placing them on the edge of their pockets, so that even if they didn't do anything, as long as they sat down and moved their bodies, the corners of the notes would secretly peek out or even fall out before long.

The subsequent events would then be logical.

…

An interlude was ultimately an interlude. When nothing was happening, it could serve as a topic of conversation, but once serious matters arose, it was immediately thrown to the back of one's mind.

Two and a half hours later, the exam ended, and hundreds of students swarmed out.

The entire Yunhu area only had more than 5,000 candidates in total. Several hundred people in one county was already a lot.

Zhang Cuie ran out in the front, and at first glance, she saw Chen Fan sitting across the road. She happily ran over and shouted loudly, "Master, I've finished the exam."

Chen Fan sat firmly on his small stool, smiled and nodded at her. When she ran in front of him, he looked at the two pieces of paper in her hand filled with words, "Did you bring out the questions and answers?"

Zhang Cuie immediately handed them to him, "I brought them out, take a look."

Chen Fan took them and read them carefully.

Zhang Cuie was still showing off like a treasure, "I finished writing in less than an hour and a half for the two-and-a-half-hour exam time. I also checked it carefully three times, and then spent half an hour copying the questions and answers. Master, take a look quickly, how many points can I get?"

It wasn't until this time that Zhang Wenliang, with a face full of displeasure, said unhappily, "He doesn't have the standard answers, how can he know how many points you'll get?"

Really, this girl was hopeless. Was she really his cousin? She had been talking for so long, but she just didn't see her cousin here?

Then, he successfully attracted his cousin's attention.

Zhang Cuie turned around, put her hands on her hips, and glared at him, "My master is the standard answer. If he says it's right, then it's right. If he says it's wrong, then it's wrong. Where did you, who didn't even graduate from elementary school, get the courage to interrupt?"

Zhang Wenliang clutched his chest, and a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out.

This girl was really hopeless!

At this time, the others also ran over one after another, forming a semicircle, staring at Chen Fan intently, waiting for his old man to pronounce the verdict.

Chen Fan was not ambiguous either, and quickly read the test paper copied by Zhang Cuie, then picked up his pen and scratched it twice, handed it back to her, and smiled, "Your composition level is still a bit lacking, it should deduct 3 to 5 points."

Zhang Cuie's face was full of nervousness, and she looked at him uneasily, "Then, then what about the others?"

Chen Fan smiled, "All the others are correct."

Huang Ying immediately said from the side, "Doesn't that mean you can get at least 96.5 points?"

The Chinese test paper was divided into two parts, one part was "Basic Knowledge", and the other part was the composition.

However, the proportion of points for the two parts was completely unequal.

Taking Shanghai as an example, the composition score accounted for 90%, while the basic knowledge only accounted for 10%. Then, the capital was 70%.

That is to say, on a 100-point test paper, the composition score was 90 points and 70 points respectively. Other places were also similar, with the composition score being much higher than the basic score.

The scoring rules in many places were also very interesting. They separated the basic knowledge and composition, scored them on a 100-point scale, and then multiplied them by the corresponding proportions, and the sum was the total score.

For example, Liu Xuehong, the top scorer in the composition of the college entrance examination in the capital that year, scored 99 points in the composition, deducting only 1 point, so the actual score of the composition was 69.3.

This composition was published in a second-rate newspaper the next day, and its name spread throughout the country.

(It was her who went to Peking University)

Hearing this score, the others around were also shocked. Although everyone had done a lot of tests at ordinary times, that was just a test. Now it was a real college entrance examination!

Being able to get 96.5 points in one subject of Chinese, as long as they could stabilize the following subjects, getting into university was definitely a sure thing.

Coming back to her senses, Huang Ying quickly handed over her copied test paper, "Master, please help me take a look too."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of light laughter around.

Zhang Cuie pouted and glared at her, "When did my master accept you?"

Huang Ying's pretty face was flushed, and she waved her hands repeatedly, "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

Saying that, she glared at Zhang Cuie, "It's all your fault, you keep calling Master, Master, and you made me dizzy."

This was a blatant counter-bite, which made everyone laugh.

Zhang Cuie pursed her lips, then rolled her eyes, pulled her and smiled, "Like this, you call me Senior Sister, and I'll ask Master to accept you into the sect."

Huang Ying hugged her and smiled, "I don't want to."

Chen Fan took Huang Ying's test paper, smiled and shook his head, and scanned it again.

Seeing him grading the papers, the others quieted down, only the people in other places in the distance were shouting, some were dejected, and some were elated, seeming full of confidence.

Chen Fan turned a deaf ear and finished reading Huang Ying's test paper in a short while, brushed a few strokes, and then went to look at Yang Ju and Liu Dan's.

After he had read all four of their test papers, he stood up and said, "They're all pretty good, around 95 points, keep up the good work."

Then he waved his hand at everyone, "Let me give you a suggestion, don't come to them to compare answers before the end of the college entrance examination. Wait until after the end to estimate the scores uniformly, otherwise it will easily lead to a mental imbalance, which will be counterproductive.

Now the most important thing is for you to go back to the guest house to settle down, have a meal, have a good rest, and prepare to welcome the afternoon exam."

After speaking, he repeated it again, "Anyway, what's done is done. It's useless for you to worry about the score now. Remember, the most important thing is the mentality before the exam. Put your attention on the next subject and do your best."

As soon as the words fell, almost everyone nodded slightly.

An Quan looked around and smiled at the educated youth, "These few are full of confidence and have the strength to estimate the scores in advance. We are indeed a little short, but we can be regarded as having seen the storms, don't lose your sense of proportion at the critical moment, listen to Teacher Chen, go back and have a good rest, and prepare for the next subject."

Everyone could listen to reasonable words.

So, under the command of several accompanying personnel, they walked towards the guest house.

After they left, Chen Fan handed a small stool to Zhang Wenliang and said, "They all seem pretty normal. They should have passed the first psychological hurdle. I won't come this afternoon. You handle it yourself."

Zhang Wenliang widened his eyes, "Where are you running off to again?"

Seeing that he didn't take it, Chen Fan directly stuffed it into his arms, waved his hand, and said, "To the prefectural committee."

With that, he turned and left.

Hearing this, Zhang Wenliang couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.

Running to the prefectural committee every few days, how much diesel does that waste? Why don't you just live at the prefectural committee?!

… …

Chen Fan strolled to the dock and slipped into the first Luwan Delicatessen.

The counter was already spotless. The shop manager, Hou Mingying, was cleaning. Seeing him come in, she immediately greeted him, "Teacher Chen is here."

She then ran behind the counter, took a thick envelope from the drawer, and handed it to him, "Just received it today."

Chen Fan took it and smiled at her, "Thanks."

He tore open the envelope, took out two magazines, the covers of which read "BJ Literature," and handed them to Hou Mingying.

Then he smiled and said, "Same as always, keep it confidential."

He used the dozen or so Lu Jiawan delicatessens as contact addresses, submitting articles to over a dozen provincial magazine publishers across the country, requesting that if accepted, the payment be sent back directly in cash enclosed with sample copies.

In less than two months, his payments had accumulated to over four thousand.

The reason it was so high was, of course, that he had proactively revealed himself to be Chen Fan, the author of "Jiangnan Literature."

At this time, there were only a few dozen literary magazine publishers nationwide, and they were all paying attention to each other. Which publisher's editor-in-chief wouldn't know the famous author who had been occupying the long-form fiction section since the relaunch of "Jiangnan Literature"?

Many of them had thought about commissioning him, but seeing the tens of thousands of words in each issue of "Jiangnan Literature," they wondered if he would have the time.

Now that they had received his submissions, it was perfect. What were they hesitating for?

Not only were the articles directly accepted, but they were also unchanged, and the payment was calculated according to the highest standard of the new regulations: 7 yuan per thousand words.

Chen Fan was also a "quick writer," able to write tens of thousands of words every day. With his previous drafts, his income was considerable.

In fact, this little bit of payment wasn't much. When the print run and payment for reprints were restored, and all these articles were published as a collection or a separate book, that would be when he'd make big money!

As for the contact points, he asked the salespeople in each store to keep it a secret for him, which they naturally readily agreed to.

It was unknown if there were any leaks, or if someone had told their family, but they didn't tell anyone else. In any case, Chen Fan hadn't been exposed so far.

Hou Mingying hugged the magazines, grinning, "Teacher Chen, can I ask you a question?"

Chen Fan squeezed the small envelope inside the large envelope, a satisfied smile on his face. Hearing her words, he immediately turned his head and smiled, "What question?"

Hou Mingying asked curiously, "Why don't you just fill in your home address? If Secretary Yang and the others knew that you also published articles in 'BJ Literature,' they would definitely be proud of you, and maybe even give you a certificate of merit."

Chen Fan coughed dryly, signaling her to take out the backpack he had stored there, then put the large envelope into the backpack, and then said mysteriously, "People are afraid of fame, and pigs are afraid of getting fat. If everyone knows that I have published articles, I don't know if Secretary Yang will give me a reward, but I can be sure that Brother Sanhu will definitely want me to treat him!"

Hearing this, Hou Mingying laughed non-stop.

Chen Fan waved his hand, "So, for the sake of my wallet, I must be careful to keep it a secret!"

Hou Mingying didn't believe his words at all. Who didn't know that Teacher Chen was the most generous, even taking out diesel engines for the production team to use? Would he care about a few meals?

Besides, even if Zhang Wenliang wanted him to treat him, he would definitely bring something over, ensuring that he wouldn't suffer a loss.

However, since he didn't want to say, then don't ask.

She smiled and assured Chen Fan that she would keep it a secret, waving her hand to see him off.

… …

Chen Fan left the delicatessen, crossed the embankment, came to the dock, took his small wooden boat, and headed for the prefectural committee.

It was much closer from the county seat to the prefectural committee than from Lu Jiawan. In less than half an hour, he entered the guest house of the Health Department.

In the room where the Jiang sisters were staying, the two had eaten and were preparing to rest when they heard a knock at the door. Jiang Lili quickly ran to answer it.

The moment the door opened and she saw Chen Fan, the light in her eyes visibly bloomed.

Chen Fan smiled at her, walking in while looking at the two of them, "How was the exam this morning?"

Jiang Lili closed the door, walked over, and said, "So difficult."

Chen Fan looked back at her, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Where was it difficult?"

Before Jiang Lili could speak, Jiang Tiantian poured a cup of tea and placed it on the coffee table, smiling at him, "She means it was difficult to control the score."

After Chen Fan sat down, she and Jiang Lili sat on the bed together, looked at each other, and continued to smile, "The Chinese foundation score was too low, only 30 points. We both left 8 to 10 points unanswered. We didn't dare to write freely for the composition either, so we could only write some clichés. I guess the score won't be too high."

Chen Fan nodded, "The Chinese score is indeed not easy to control. The key point is still the composition."

He then asked, "Have you copied out the answers?"

"Copied."

Jiang Lili immediately got up and took two pieces of paper from the table next to her, "My sister's and mine are here."

Chen Fan took them and read them carefully. After a moment, he raised his head and smiled, "It's okay. Although your compositions are all clichés, the most core part, that is, the point is grasped very accurately, at least 4 or 50 points. Adding the 20 points from the foundation part, it's enough."

After saying that, he looked at the two of them, feeling a little strange, "You don't seem to care much about the exam scores?"

Jiang Lili and Jiang Tiantian looked at each other, their faces suddenly flushed, and they pursed their lips without speaking.

Seeing her sister like this, Jiang Tiantian could only take over the conversation, and said softly, "My biggest wish before was for Lili to be able to return to the city. Now that she has been transferred back, it is considered a complete success for me and for her.

Although the college entrance examination is also very important, if we can go to college, we can change our current living environment, but for us now, it is no longer a must-choose path."

After a pause, she smiled again, "Of course, if possible, we also hope to enter university smoothly without causing trouble for you or for everyone.

But if we fail and don't get in, then we won't have any regrets."

After her sister finished speaking, Jiang Lili nodded very seriously, "Yes, that's right."

Chen Fan frowned slightly, looked at the two of them, and after several seconds, he sighed softly, "You're still worried, afraid of causing trouble for me."

The two sisters looked at each other and quickly shook their heads together, "No, … …"

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Fan raised his hand to interrupt, "Actually, your biggest problem is still with Uncle. I've already considered this matter, but before there are results, we still need to keep a low profile and try not to attract attention.

So don't overthink it, just follow the original plan, take the exam seriously, and control the scores for each subject around 70 points. This matter should have a result before you go to register at the school."